Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Die a Natural Death

After Yao Feiran broke into the Marshal's Mansion several times at night, Wang Yifeng hurriedly asked the matchmaker to go through the formalities; he was almost having a nervous breakdown.

You Li was called over by Yao Feiran to comfort him: "Marshal, Madam Yao is not bad-looking either, and she is about your age, so why resist her so much?"

Wang Yifeng suddenly felt a headache coming on, and he rubbed his temples.

Have you ever seen a man being pressured into marriage?

"No, this shows that Madam Yao is determined to marry no one but you and has deep feelings for you, Marshal."

Wang Yifeng was speechless. Who would marry whom was still uncertain, but she was about to give away all her savings.

"Go away, and don't cause any more trouble."

Seeing his lifeless appearance, You Li wondered what Yao Feiran had done to make Marshal Wang look like this.

When news of Yao Feiran and Wang Yifeng's marriage broke, it immediately caused a huge uproar. Regardless of the speculations outside, Yao Feiran continued with her work, leaving early and returning late every day to train soldiers and handle government affairs.

That evening, Yao Feiran went to Wang Yifeng's residence. There were many people standing at the gate, and Yao Feiran recognized them as members of the Wang family.

At this moment, the guards at the door also spoke up: "I'm sorry, Marshal Wang is unwell and unable to see anyone. Please leave immediately."

At this moment, Yao Feiran walked straight in, and Wang Laoda's wife said, "Who is she, and why can she go in?"

The guard paused, his expression somewhat guilty: "This person is General Yao, and also Marshal Wang's future wife. Naturally, she can come and go as she pleases."

Although that's what they say, no one can stop General Yao from coming in.

Wang Laoda's eyes darkened. He wondered what was so charming about this woman. He had heard that she was over thirty years old, yet his second brother was still able to marry her.

Yao Feiran walked into Wang Yifeng's room with practiced ease.

The maid Zhihuan was brewing medicine. She was a refugee that Yao Feiran had rescued and later became an apprentice. When Yao Feiran was too busy, Zhihuan would brew medicine for Wang Yifeng.

Upon seeing Yao Feiran approach, Zhihuan respectfully bowed.

"General Yao."

Yao Feiran waved her hand, and Zhihuan quickly left. Wang Yifeng sat on the couch, looking at the documents, his mind completely absorbed.

The medicine was placed on the table, and Wang Yifeng said impatiently, "Pour it away, I don't want to drink it."

"Give me a drink!"

Wang Yifeng suddenly turned around, his eyes wide: "How come it's you!"

"Didn't you take your medicine properly before?"

"Drinking it won't do any good, since I won't live much longer anyway." As he said this, Wang Yifeng looked somewhat guilty and pulled his clothes up a little tighter.

Yao Feiran placed the medicine on the table: "Then I'll wait until you finish drinking it before I leave."

"..."

Yao Feiran watched Wang Yifeng finish his medicine, then performed acupuncture and took his pulse. After she finished, she looked at him with a complicated expression.

He lay on the couch, casually saying, "What's wrong? Do you only have a few years left to live?"

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Since I have no ties, death will end it all."

Looking at his nonchalant demeanor, Yao Feiran wondered if it was because he had focused on health preservation in recent years, as he looked a little younger, though his face was also much paler.

"Wang Yifeng is only valuable when he is alive; he is worthless when he is dead."

"Can't you be a little more tactful when you talk?"

Wang Yifeng sighed. This woman wanted to take advantage of him and she even said it openly. The problem was that he really couldn't get angry.

"I'm leaving. Remember, it's the second day of next month."

Wang Yifeng watched Yao Feiran's departing figure, his brows furrowed, a hint of conflict in his expression. He thought about how the mansion would be empty again after Yao Feiran left, and how it would be quite boring to be alone. Given his current status, only Yao Feiran would speak to him normally.

If the two of them get married, ... it might not be such a bad thing.

As soon as Yao Feiran stepped out the door, she saw a group of people waiting on the side. A woman stepped forward and said, "Madam Yao, I am Marshal Wang's sister-in-law. I heard that you are about to marry into your second uncle's family. You can also call me sister-in-law."

"What's up?"

Wang's eldest daughter-in-law forced a smile and said, "From now on, we will be related by marriage. I would like to invite Madam Yao to our residence tomorrow for a chat."

"I won't be free tomorrow."

Wang Laoda seemed surprised by Yao Feiran's direct refusal. He stepped forward and said unhappily, "Madam Yao, since you've married my second brother, my wife will be your sister-in-law. Why be so heartless?"

"Even if I marry Wang Yifeng, I'll still be a general in Xiangcheng. Do you think I'm some rich and idle person like you? Farewell."

Yao Feiran was speechless. Almost everyone in Xiangcheng addressed her as General Yao. She hadn't even married into the family yet, and the Wang family was already acting like her husband's family. They hadn't even entered the main gate of Wang Yifeng's residence. Where did they get the nerve?

"you--"

The faces of the group turned red with anger.

Yao Feiran ignored these people completely, mounted her horse and left, the dust she kicked up landing on the Wang family members.

Wang Laoda's face was gloomy: "This woman already wielded considerable power, and my second brother is a man without ambition. If she were to marry him, she would probably be the one to call the shots in Xiangcheng."

"We need to find a way to break up this marriage."

.........

After simplifying the wedding process, the wedding day arrived quickly. Yao Feiran wore a red dress and held Zhou Miao's hand, waiting for Wang Yifeng to come and pick her up.

Zhou Miao looked much more nervous than Yao Feiran.

"Mother, why are you suddenly getting married? What's Uncle Wang like? Will he dislike Miaomiao?"

"He'll like Miaomiao, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't."

Anyway, I don't have many years left to live.

Although this statement sounds harsh, it is true.

To be honest, although Wang Yifeng seemed reluctant, the dowry was quite substantial. Since Yao Feiran had no elders in her family, it was naturally treated as her private property.

Not long after, Wang Yifeng arrived. The wedding was simple and without any formalities. Yao Feiran didn't even wear a veil. Wang Yifeng rode on horseback, dressed in red. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a tall and straight figure. However, his eyes were somewhat unfocused, and he didn't dare to look directly at Yao Feiran.

"My husband, this outfit suits you quite well."

Wang Yifeng shuddered, leaned down, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't call me that!"

"Are you...shy?"

You're all so old, what's there to be shy about?

Wang Yifeng grabbed Fei Ran around the waist and lifted her onto the horse, while Zhou Miao was put into a sedan chair, causing a commotion among the crowd.

She was still thinking of riding in a sedan chair, but Wang Yifeng did this, probably to prove his strength as a man, and Yao Feiran didn't want to embarrass him.

Upon arriving at the Marshal's Mansion, familiar faces gathered together. Before Yao Feiran could even stand still, she saw a commotion outside.

Wang Yifeng asked, "Is something wrong outside?"

The guard rushed in: "There was a man outside just now. He said he was General Yao's husband, Zhou Xing from Shiqiao Village. He insisted on coming in without an invitation."

Yao Feiran pondered for a moment. The original owner's husband was indeed named Zhou Xing, but he had been dead for many years.

My former husband died long ago.

As soon as she finished speaking, a man and a woman rushed in, followed by members of the Wang family. Yao Feiran immediately realized that the Wang family members were probably helping them to let the two in.

"Feiran, you are my wife, how can you marry someone else? And Miaomiao is our daughter. We are not divorced yet, how can you marry someone else?"

The man had a full head of white hair, a hunched back, and sallow skin; he looked like someone who had been doing heavy labor for a long time.

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